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The arrangement Rocky had with Liz was simple. It was pure animalistic instinct. That was just the way they liked it. While he was touring with his band, R5, she would pay a seemingly friendly visit. She had been Ross's best friend for years, so the visit didn't seem out of place. No one knew about the agreement that thy had. But at night, after the show when everyone was winding down and focusing on their own things, Rocky and Liz would play. They would sneak off to an abandoned closet or bathroom and take each other for everything they had. Her nails would run down his back as he thrust into her, whispering into her ear and telling her how good she felt. "Harder," she would moan. He had to cover her mouth with his free hand. He didn't want her pleasure to give them away. And after they finished, they would straighten up their clothes, fix their hair, and leave one after the other. Liz was a writer - an artistic type. She was existential, a deep thinker, an old soul. She spent most of her time, wherever she was, typing away on her laptop. The only time he ever saw her outside of her apartment was when she was meeting up with Ross, then sneaking away for a quick fuck with him. That was great in the beginning, but Rocky was honestly starting to question whether or not that was enough for him anymore.
Chapter 1
